Family.

BPOV.

Three more weeks had passed and we were still no closer to finding the warehouse killer. James and I, even Alice, Edward and Tyler, sifted through all of my old case files and nothing stuck out.
Every time we did find something a little similar it always turned up trumps. Either they were still in jail, emigrated or dead.

We had nothing solid to go on.

We still had no idea who the murdered man and woman were. No one had come forward to claim them and neither were in missing persons. They were taken to the city cemetary where they were buried in un-personalised graves. Just small wooden crosses with case numbers engraved on them, marked the final resting places of the two unfortunate souls.

That is the main reason why I'm here today at the rehabiliation clinic with Emmett. I was going to meet Charlie for the first time.

Emmett had been bugging me for weeks to come and meet him. I finally relented after he shouted at me for being a selfish bitch and that our father had a right to know the person I had grown into. He was right. I was being selfish. I was afraid he would reject me. Another blow to my already fragile heart.

"Emmett, how much longer do we have to wait? This place reminds me of a hospital. I hate hospitals." I bounced my knee impatiently, which for the umpteenth time Emmett placed his hand on to calm me.

"He was in physio, Bella. They can't just cancel because we show up."

"Mr Swan?" A young nurse walked over.

"Hi Maye. How is the old dude today?" Emmett greeted cheerily, while the nurse kept glancing at me. "Oh sorry, Maye this is my sister Bella. Bella this is Maye Morris. She is dads personal nurse."

"Pleasure to meet you, Maye." I smiled weakly.

"Likewise Miss Swan." She turned back to Emmett. "Your father is out of physio now, but it's left him a little tired and cranky. He's in his room." Maye handed us both a visitors pass on a lanyard and walked back to her station.

"Come on Bell. Time to meet the old man." Emmett said, while slipping the pass over his head. "Put that on or they'll mistake you for a patient."

I hastily slipped the pass over my head and followed him down a beige corridor. The decor was so drab here. Alice would hate it.

Emmett stopped and waited for a lift to arrive, ushering me ahead of him, before walking in and pressing the button for the third floor. The short ride up was quiet and tense. Emmett could tell I was nervous and stayed silent for my sakes. There was a soft ping and the doors opened. Emmett strode out, but it felt like my feet were stuck to the floor.

What if he doesn't like me? I suppose it wouldn't make much difference. After all, I had grown up not knowing him.

Emmett stopped and turned when he realised I wasn't following. "He's going to love you, you know." He said, sympathy shining bright in his eyes. "Even if he doesn't know you're coming." He added on as an after thought.

"EMMETT!" I yelled, making a few people poke their heads out of their rooms. "Sorry." I blushed, waving them off. "Em, what do you mean he doesn't know I'm coming? You said you had told him yesterday." I strode up to him and poked him hard in the chest.

"Yeah...I lied." He rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous manner. "I thought it would be a nice surprise for the old boy."

I rolled my eyes at his antics and continued to follow him down the hall. We stopped outside of room 3-1-6. The nameplate on the door said C. Swan. Emmett gave the door three hard raps with his knuckles.

"GO AWAY." Yelled a gruff voice from inside.

Emmett being Emmett pushed the door open anyway, ignoring the occupants wishes. "Aww c'mon pops, don't you wanna see your favourite son?"

"Emmett you're my only son." He deadpanned. "What are you doing here anyway? I only saw you yesterday."

I followed Emmett into the room. The man was sitting in a recliner, watching a football game on t.v. "I brought someone to see you."

"I don't wanna see no visitors." Grumbled the old man.

"Em, please. I don't want to upset him. I'll just go and come back another time." I started to back out of the room, but Emmett grabbed my hand.

"No, B. It's time you met him." He whispered. "Dad. I think you'll like this visitor." Emmett pulled me into Charlies line of vision.

He had salt and pepper hair, well it was more salt than pepper, but I suppose looking after Emmett does that to a person. I raked my eyes over his form. Medium build, barely any wrinkles, a bushy mustache that twitched a little. My eyes finally landed upon his and my breath was drawn from my body. His eyes were the same ones that stared back at me everytime I looked in a mirror for the past twenty eight years. Deep chocolate brown irises set into oval eyes, framed with thick heavy lashes. There was no denying this man was my father.

"Emmett, what's going on?" Charlie said gruffly, finally taking his eyes away from mine to glance at his son.

Emmett crouched down in front of our fathers chair. "I found her, Dad. I found Isabella."

"My little Izzy?" Charlie whispered, snapping his eyes back to mine. He pulled a pair of glasses from the breast pocket of his flannel shirt. Putting them on he finally got a good look at me. Tears sprung to his eyes as he took me in. "Oh baby girl, you've got so big." He wept.

I went and knelt down in front of him, placing my hands upon his knees. "It's me Daddy. I'm not going to leave you again." I rested my head against his knee as he stroked my hair.

"Emmett, put me on the couch. I want to have a proper cuddle with my daughter." I got out of the way and Emmett lifted Charlie out of his seat as though he weighed nothing. He gently placed him back down on the couch, propped up against the arm rest. Charlie patted the space next to him. "Izzy, please come sit. I need a hug."

I slid down into the space next to Charlie and his arm instantly wrapped around me. Cradling me softly, as though I'd break or disappear. I laid my head on his chest and hugged him back. I finally felt comforted since Jake had died. It felt like home.

I'm not sure how long we sat like that, clinging on to the other as though each of us wouldn't be real if we let go. Neither of us spoke, just sat in the quiet enjoying the warmth the hug brought us. At some point Emmett left to go and get a coffee and had yet to come back. I was glad for the alone time he was giving us.

"Excuse me, Mr Swan?" Nurse Morris knocked on the door. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but visiting times are over. Miss, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

I pulled out of Charlies embrace and kissed him on the cheek. "I'll make plans to come and see you real soon Daddy. I love you."

"I love you too, my little Izzy. Tell Emmett he's in for an ear bashing next time I see him."

"I will." I chuckled. "Bye, for now."

I left the room and Maye stepped in to give Charlie his meds. I left the door open and I could hear Charlie proudly telling her who I was.

Yay we finally meet Charlie :)

This chapter is dedicated to my faithful reviewer Mayejrmorris. She also made the awesome story banner for this fic, as I have no clue how to work photoshop heh.

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